It’s no wonder that feelings of dread and anxiety slam into her when she wakes up. I think the cold, hard reality of her future is finally slapping her in the face. Alice has never had to take care of herself—she’s always been able to rely on a partner for an income, a nanny and housekeeper for domestic chores—she doesn’t have the first clue where to start. Alice’s great plans and schemes have come to nothing. She fell into acting and gave that up as soon as she could. She lived the life of a Paris “it” girl with Oucassi then tried to live the life of a Hollywood star, but that fell apart too.
Now there’s nothing. She does not have the internal character to rebuild her life on her own. The only thing she knows how to do is emotionally manipulate people to get what she wants. Who is left to manipulate? Her gravy train has derailed, and the wolves are at the door. Time’s up, Alice.